She wanted to know his sadness, but would only touch his tears.
25 August 2018 Helped my daughter write part of her speech for school. I introduced her to the song “Schism” by Tool to help her write the speech. We discussed a bunch of stuff, and then at the end I collapsed into painful stomach cramps on the floor. The psychic connection I share with my … Continue reading Rerun 021: The speech writer
He flinches, then looked away from her. "They're just words," he said.
This morning I woke up from a dream and I don’t remember what the dream was or anything anymore, because time separates us from the “knowledge” we possessed. When every morning is a “rebirth”, and so we end up forgetting whatever we discovered while we were “dead” (asleep). Ugh. I love symbols. I just “get … Continue reading Rerun 020: Confess! But make no apologies